It might look like I am super popular but these awards have been stacking up in my word doc. file.
Soon, I don’t really know how much time I can dedicate to Blogging. Next week is when more fun and hard work begins, Again!
I swear (multiple times a day) that I will check in as much as possible.
I’ve decided to accept all awards I’ve been nominated for and to nominate and spread some Blogging love and recognition to those of you who, are sometimes, the only reason I haven’t signed myself into an old-fashioned, haunted asylum .
Shout outs to follow another day!
There are a lot of awesome new bloggers who have come into my visual periphery and I can’t wait to check out your Blogs – in depth.
Let’s get on with the show.
Look at this beauty!
Guidelines for accepting the award underneath
Thank the lovely person who nominated your blog and follow them. YES FOLLOW ME!
Display the award and add this set of rules to your post so that your nominees will know what to do
Nominate 15 other lovely blogs listing them in your post and notifying them via a link in one of their blog posts.
List 7 interesting facts about yourself to the post.
7 “INTERESTING” FACTS ABOUT ME
I should have been born in the 20/60/70’s -alas I was born in the 80’s. I don’t do this look.
I am the most complicated person I know. I confuse myself daily, even in my dreams.
I am super excited to start my WRAP (well recovery action plan) facilitator training on 7/09/16 which is a self management intervention to deal with abuse and trauma ( that’s the short version)
I love to write until I am told to. I always think I don’t get the theory of writing and then surprise myself when I actually get good grades.
Music is my Religion. It is a common unifier
I sell vintage one off pieces accessories to fund my lifestyle. I need to create a page and need some tips.
I’m in withdrawals at the moment. I need more ink – on my body. So I have to wait until November – a birthday present from my husband.
NOMINEES– IF YOU DON’T ACCEPT AWARDS ,KNOW THAT I THINK YOU AND YOUR BLOG ARE LOVELY
SERENITY ( THREE SOUL BLOGGING SISTERS) -I love your individual blogs already.
ARIEL @ WRITING RADIATION -I’m playing by the rules and now follow you. 🙂
About the award- “This award is for bloggers who strive to write for everybody, and no matter how many viewers they get, make an impact on a reader. This award is an expression of gratitude to the nominee. It should be awarded to anybody that you choose deserves it.”
HERE IS THE AWARD WITH THE GUIDELINES TO ACCEPTING IT.
THANK YOU TO SWETA . YOU ARE ANOTHER SWEET SOUL IN OUR COMMUNITY. LOVE YOUR BLOG. YOU ARE SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL -INSIDE AND OUT – CHECK SWETA OUT HERE
THANK YOU paintdigi FOR NOMINATING ME FOR THE SAME AWARD. I THINK YOU ARE SO TALENTED – LOVE YOUR ART!
MY ANSWERS TO SWETA’S AWESOME THREE QUESTIONS:
Which is better – to speak a lie that saves or a truth that kills?
I’m known for being rather blunt and too honest for my own good. I think I have offended people with my truths but I’d rather be real than be fake. I suppose there are different ways to speak the truth that doesn’t come across as obnoxious. Then there are Truths that can’t be dressed up. Tell it like it is….
2. Whose blog do you relate with and why?
WOW! There are so many. Lately, so many of you have been so supportive. The first name that comes to mind is ETTA D’s blog – more because I’ve needed to hear motivating and inspirational posts. My 7 Nominees are the other Blogs I have related to of late.
3. They say money can buy happiness, how correct is the statement for you?
No. Not true inner Happiness but as the saying goes ‘ it’s easier to cry in a Mercedes Benz than on crutches with no car or money to get to THAT festival you want to go to.’ -It’s kind of like the saying, isn’t it? It smooths over the rough times but it’s more of a plaster than genuine happiness and contentment.
MY ANSWERS TO PAINTDIGI’S SUPERB QUESTIONS:
1. What changes your blog, in your life?
Everything that I experience in my real life changes my Blog.
Other Blogs and different perspectives.
People that piss me off 😀
2. What topics do you look for in other people’s blogs?
Words – Ha ha!
3. What are the 3 cities you want to visit someday?
SEVEN NOMINEES ( remember why you have been chosen)
MY QUESTIONS TO THOSE WHO WISH TO ACCEPT THE AWARD ARE:
If you had to choose to give up one of your five senses, which one would it be and why?
How do you want to be remembered?
What would be your perfect day?
THE NEXT AWARD COMES FROM TWO INCREDIBLE BLOGGERS – DIFFERENT BLOGS – TO CLARIFY.
DOROTHY @ ETCETERA You have a wonderful Blog. So great, you now have a new friend. Can’t wait to read your future posts 🙂 T Y.
I can’t accept the award because I am going to be a true character and step out of my rebellious role (just this once) and follow the rules for once.
I can nominate.
I intend to keep this award to nominate any new Bloggers who happen to have under 1000 mates in the Blogosphere, when I do my Blog scouting and SHOUT OUTS and thank you’s – soon.
Watch this space.
for those who are not aware, the liebster award is given to bloggers who share great contents and have less than a thousand followers. it is one way to recognize and promote the efforts and works of new bloggers.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTS ME. MENTIONS ME IN THEIR BLOGS. NOMINATES ME.
I AM SHOUTING THIS.
I NEVER IMAGINED THE RESPONSE I WOULD RECEIVE FROM DOING SOMETHING THAT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME- ONE YEAR AGO.
PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME HAVE ALWAYS TOLD ME TO WRITE AND BELIEVE IN WHAT I HAVE TO WRITE IS WORTHY OF READING AND CREDIBLE.
I DON’T THINK I WOULD BE DOING MY MASTERS DEGREE IN CREATIVE WRITING IN OCTOBER IF I HADN’T STARTED THIS BLOG.
YOU ALL AMAZE ME IN SOME WAY. Every day.
I’m taking back my power.
I’ve got my ammo and my gun powder.
I’m not going to use it cos I’m more of a peace than a ‘fuck you -let’s bomb you to oblivion’ type of person.
I have realised that to allow someone who thinks nothing about me to have so much power to lure me into a paralysed state of persuasive perversion is:
True insanity. I have my true penny and that is what counts.
I pushed him away like a woman under attack – I pushed my lot away – until it formed blood clots on the insides – comparably sized to mounting a herd of elephants.
unwilling to be ridden- trunks raised up, irate – exploding in shouts.
I started to talk about what goes on in my head and my true penny told me that we all makeup scenarios in our minds, to make sense of the lives and situations we come across, in this world of an uncertain, never-ending skyline.
I thought I was losing it.
I thought I was obsessed.
Turns out my brain works out my issues based on characters and story lines and other shenanigans.
Crazy? maybe but creativity strokes the beat with a brush – I feel there is almost a genius to be found walking on this fine line.
Swastikas and Reds are not my idea of interior decorating.
Tearing down my walls.
One little Nazi’s thought is not going to make me come down to that kind of level.
I have my life.
I am the queen of my disco.
I have retro roller skates on .
The sun is my Disco ball. I’m on the rooftop, in the light-beaming under the rays.
Not hiding in the dark, under the influence,an imposter.
A star that can’t twinkle, dishevelled – so shady – a back turns away – It’s the one known as the blue devil.
We are on two separate paths – I notice the screams of a shaken baby.
A rattle spins across the floor – Dummy dribbled with garbled spit.
I guess mommy is right when she says: ‘You always want what you can’t have’
It’s not infatuation, love or anything like that – This baby is having a tantrum – she didn’t get what she wanted .
She didn’t even get a maybe.
I’m done slithering on my belly across damp floors. Waiting for the next Gestapo, soot-stained boot to squelch me.
Turn out my guts until, all you can see is the insides of me- a sore sight of limacine.
Phantom limb syndrome – I am back from the war of past, oppressive obsession.
Nightmares were all I had to grieve over.
I didn’t lose any limbs. Only my inner self- belief .
I’m a china teapot lady – I’m done trying to find happiness in a person who happily lives life drinking out of cups made of polystyrene .
The present is my greatest gift. I’m not wasting another second wishing on dreams that we can be friends.
My heart is my greatest ally and foe. It makes me work.
Dwarves getting their hoes to do all the work – chasing fairy dust , axe- picking fights with one another, to grow in a place under a roof of artificial light.
Genuine and melodic – true light – mountain breeze is the only place I will find a place to atone.
To make amends.
Let it go and go with the flow
I stand before the world smiling – unashamed – this is my show.
SHOUT OUTS AND AWARD NOMINATATONS TO FOLLOW
Longer post than usual
A song to get you through it. 😀
Where do I begin?
Right here, I suppose….
I never want to share my darkness with the blogging community. Well, what I mean is – I try to objectify my emotions when I write.
Turn it into ART!
Sometimes being creative just means no great ART display or flow of words but creativity means getting whatever is in my head and out of it.
I want to be heard. I am not invincible.
There is part of me that wishes I had one of those wind-up devices in me that didn’t just make me move, but makes me feel- the opposite to what I feel now .
That is not how this Blog began.
It began as a way to write what I wanted to put down and I have done that.
Lately, I’ve lost a certain joy in Blogging because I have been feeling ashamed.
I am trying my hardest to be everyone and everything.
‘I’m the success. I am making my life a success.’
That kind of mentality.
I get in such a blue funk when I read certain posts- that it brings me down in my mood to the point, I can’t bear to read some posts.
It is because I am in this nebulous place – no soft carpet on the bottom of the pit, my ass is numb, I can’t get comfortable.
I can’t seem to get out.
I put on my many masks.
I am looking at them now- I count 10 . Some look more exotic than the others.
Think, Charleston Carnival Madness!
I’m not feeling festive or even wanting to consume anything that could make me feel spirited.
The ones that truly know me – are four people to be exact.
See , the true darkness won’t let me smile ( look what I did!).
It spits phlegm globules of doubts -splashes flecks of browns and greens across my eyes, my nose , my mouth.
That obnoxious bus was never going to slow down. It saw me and changed gear and pushed harder on the accelerate peddle just because it could.
If I undress and leave all my clothes in a heap will anyone notice?
Will I actually be jolted into caring?
It won’t let me – Let go.
My name is not Elsa or princess ‘whatever’- I can’t magic giant moving snowmen to show you the reason I am like this is because I may belong in a……..
I just don’t want anybody touching my body and doing an autopsy.
In case I am still alive . That would be horrific, to say the least.
I hate writing stuff like this.
I want to be a ray of sunshine.
I want people to feel uplifted and energised around me.
I never ever want to knuckle drag anyone down to this point where your ass feels numb and well…
Dark ages Alert.
So I hide the extent of just how Stormy my mind has become. Why hide how wan I feel inside?
Dead,Afraid, guilty even.
I can’t even let go of a past person -why?
I want to open a present from my past.
I don’t want to receive my present – from this-this moment.
Because that person doesn’t want me for whatever reason.
Married, friendship . I don’t know.
I hate not knowing.
I loathe feeling like I have given up control to someone.
I look around me – I have an enchanting, little family around me.
People love me and people want me to flex my muscles and win the trophy.
I am doing it.
Fear or no Fear.
My heart has clumsily absorbed much blood.
This blood has formed congealed clots. They nestle around my beating heart.
Become complacent – they don’t want to move.
How can a heart harden yet weep at the same time?
I don’t give up. I damn well feel like it.
Call it the stubborn part of me.
It serves me well in some cases.
I’ve decided what I am going to write about for my MA — well, the first part of it.
A script about a wife and husband dealing with the wife’s infidelity. There is a twist. It’s all in her mind. She is obsessed. A stalker of sorts. The husband knows. Why does he play along? She is ill. her mental health is not great.
I want whoever grades it to go:
‘Blimey/ fuck/ by Jove!/ Oh my hat!/’ or whatever the fuck expression they use when they are impressed and go ‘ I didn’t see that coming.’
The next 18 months is me putting in a lot of graft.
This anxiety corset grabs at me -gathers me – pulls me into a panic attack. I want to breathe – but I have to keep hold of my form.
I am in armour – uniform.
To be formless is to be Ovid’s chaos- on the first page of his ‘Metamorphoses’.
The thing is if I don’t share some of my weight bearers, then, I wonder what is the point of writing my blog at all.
It is just like in the real world – if someone can’t accept me for me at my worst -why should they only be allowed to see me at my best?
There is a person who ticked the box:
I am not a robot.
Me: typing these words.
I have body parts. So many emotions…..
I want to always write something that will blow peoples minds away .
We are all different and what may blow one mind may not even touch another.
So this is me waffling in type. Always stream of consciousness.
Don’t feel like rhyming or using fancy words.
I just want to feel authentic.
I want my spark back. I’m going to be a bad Prometheus and get me some fire!
I have an idea – find a joke!
How bout this one?
The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.
Some people say “If you can’t beat them, join them”. I say “If you can’t beat them, beat them”, because they will be expecting you to join them, so you will have the element of surprise.
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says “If an emergency, notify:” I put “DOCTOR”. What’s my mother going to do?
. “To the man on crutches, dressed in camouflage, who stole my wallet … you can hide but you can’t run.”
Google – is shit for jokes or am I really that down -I can’t see the humour in these jokes to really make me LAFF OUT LOUD!
Anyone know any good jokes?
On a lighter note, I am alive and I have not been looking at grave sites.
I know how to swim!
MINI DAISY LIFE UPDATE
Well, more like a teeny show and tell.
First, a picture/quote, if I may?
‘Not only do they still colour ,I know your Mama said no playing with Fire;
but melted crayons- create wax.
Wax and vinyl a bit of funk and soul- create music.
Music brings hearts together.
Hearts all bleed the same colour.
The last time I checked we all have one.
Learn to Live and Love and Forgive.
May your soul be filled with peace and be happy.’
THE SONG (from a series) THAT INSPIRED ME TO WAX LYRICAL ON THIS SUBJECT 😀
I am obsessed with this new series.
It has soul, funk, wax, vinyl, Afros,disco balls,Cadillacs , good music, comedy, great editing, great acting,dialogue, sexiness and drugs ( when it was still cool cos we didn’t know any better) and that kind of shizzle….
I’m in love with the Wordsmith- well my inner teenage self is. There are so many traits of his I want to blend with a character I am working on, in my creative writing studies.
In the second episode:Flash &the fantastic four (plus one) are Inspired by one of the hottest D.J. mixers, in Manhatten, has to propose before he will teach them more about learning to mix music, on two turntables, and get all scratchy ( it is set in the late 70’s era ) –
They have 24 hours to figure out what a purple crayon has to do with mixing music that even today, still, inspires the global music culture .
Shout outs and expressing my gratitude to follow in my next post/s.
Sunday, We are heading to Scarborough on the coast of England -somewhere.
HERE to be precise 😀
HAPPY FRIDAY PEOPLE! HAVE A GRAND WEEKEND!
This is my happy dance ‘cos let’s face it I am 100% QUACKERS!
I will make No apologies.
❤ DAISY XOXO
First a song in my head – the fabulous Nneka- I discovered many many years ago.
When She is in the mood to arouse you and She wants you to reciprocate.
She has a technique she uses to spruce up her petals – inject a color dye -no doctors needed to take an oath – no need to hang dry and desiccate.
Sometimes all she wants to do is tempt you with Her words.She looks upon them as her Fire stoked Lords.
The Simple and overused can get tedious when used as a commoner slurs.
So titivate is something She tends to do.It doesn’t require zazen mind state to create an immediate demand for 1950 style Fords.
It is like taking a dust feather to your ear, tickling it ever so slightly, a murmured breathe escapes – to let you know she is quite eager and indeed keen.
Arouse you with whispers of precious sweet adjectives.Use words that excite you to shudder instinctively. Now She needs to make herself seen.
Fluttering eyelashes – butterfly kisses. Sensual and cute -tempting yet blissfully innocent.
Pure and light and dreamy enough to set your imagination to seek out. Whatever is in that mind of yours, She wants you to know She finds you alluringly magnificent.
Which of your senses does she wish to tease out the most?
The ones where you see mental fuck ableness from an agile and graceful host.
Sometimes she tidies herself up because she just wants to try out something new. Freshen the vibe up. Create dribbles from your lush dew.
Bubbles have more of more a ranctious appeal.
One belongs in a crib or old age home or if you think like her – it is a bombastic way to expend your energy kicking about shapes with smiles that will make fans queue.
The other appears to invite a sense of pure, exquisite fun – something Her mind has always sought out to imbue.
So to titillate you, She has to titivate herself.
Seems rather rueful, when she wishes you could be curious about what she has in her mind -not something always recognized at first appearance when you are cuffed to a vision frozen on the ice shelf.
Truth is Her middle name.
Look by all means.
Dare, is the name, She gave to herself when she was born.
Ask questions too.
She speaks in orgasms when someone can make her laugh with their wit or indeed see a sparkle of hers thrown our carefree and unconsciously.
The successful friendships are indeed a honed practiced recipe, to incite those who indeed have an inkling or some fledgling clue.
MINI LIFE UPDATE
Off to York tomorrow. Lots to read – I have a pile of books to study and read. I am prepping for my life to get pretty hectic in the next two weeks. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Have a wonderful weekend all.
“BELIEVE in you and see what transpires”
I think my hourglass has a hole in it. 😀 😀
So it is that time to sing all your praises – new flowers and trees / plants – whatever you wish to be.
WELCOME TO THE WILLOWS.
This is what I do each week. SHOUT OUTS!
I give a shout out and share a post from your blog that hits me.
I like to express my gratitude and at the same time, give -all my other lovely friends in the Willows, new Blogs to check out.
I have decided to do what I did last week and accept an award and nominate not only ten people I already follow ( the first number that came to my mind) but also to nominate you for this award too. Simply because… I can..
Ha ha! No, I jest, I jest…..
The reason will become apparent now.
The intention of this award is to encourage connectivity and support in the blogging community and to increase exposure for individual bloggers.
Here is my lovely award
Thank you, Brooke. I have followed you since I started blogging and when I think of you I think pure white sand, balmy weather, a Mediterranean vibe, and cocktails 😀 – the cocktail bit is my added idea of what should get the thumbs up in Utopia.
I sometimes think that you must be telepathic because whenever I read your posts, it feels like you have tapped into my brain and drawn out something that I need to face and draw strength from.
The song that comes to mind when I think of you is this. I don’t know why but I just do.
If you wish to accept the award: The rules are simple:
Accept award or accept it as a compliment
Credit Award nominator
copy and paste award image in your post
Explain what the award is for – check above
Nominate whoever you want
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Time to get back to real life.
Saving the world, that kind of thing 😉
Catch up with you later!